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GWon't say I Dlove you babe
GWon't say I Dneed you babe
DBut I'm going to Aget you babe
and I wiGll not do you wrDong
GLiving's mostly Dwasting time
Gand I waste my sDhare of mine
Dbut it never feeAls too good
so Glet's not take too loDng
You're sGoft as gDlass and I'm aG gentle Aman
Dwe got the sky to Atalk about
and the Gworld to lie Dupon
Days up and down they come
like rain on a conga drum
forget most, remember some
but don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
nothing is too much to bear
where you been is good and gone
all you keep's the getting there.
To live is to fly low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.
It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
and the pickin' down the line.
I'll miss the system here
the bottom's low and the treble's clear
but it don't pay to think too much
on the things you leave behind.
I may be gone but I won't be long
I'll be bringing back the melody
and the rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
and them holes are all that's real
some fall on you like a storm
sometimes you dig your own
But choice is yours to make
time is yours to take
some dive into the sea
some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.

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